© Raven Spirit 2002
One day around Yule I sat and watched the Sun return to the World. I shared my thoughts and it shared its wisdom. This is the dialog of that meeting.
It was a dark morning and the wind blew cold. I thought I would go down to the beach and watch the sun come up. So off to the beach I went. I soon found I was alone (Which was cool with me) so I gathered some driftwood and made a small fire. The heat from the flames was a very welcomed thing. Hey just because you live in a “tropical” climate does not mean it does not get a bit chilly.
So there I sat on the beach listening to the sounds of the waves as it connected to the dry earth. That connection between inner self and outer self. The balance line between emotion and stability.
I looked out across the waters and tried to see the horizon, but it just was not there. Not even a hint of separation. Just a solid wall of black.
You know it made me think a bit. This was the solstice, the morning of the longest night. The death of the Holly King is on his way and the Oak Lord is soon to be born, all a part of the spinning wheel.
As I sit back and think of the darkness we have just gone through, I also think about the things I would like to see, and the things that I am seeing now. Just as I thought I was done and got up to leave offering my thanks to the sea of blackness for its reflective power (as it seemed to be acting like a huge mirror to my soul). I noticed a spark.
It was not that big to start with, in fact it was bout the size of a pinprick, but that was enough. I sat back down to look at what some miss or even worse take advantage of. I have found we as humans often times miss the most magickal things, sometimes because we are not looking in the right places.
I sat back down and gazed at the sky. This little speck of light grew slowly and surely and then begun to fill the sky. Bowing my head in reverence
“Good Morning M’Lord…Merry Meet” I whispered
“Merry Meet good Raven” I heard in return
I looked around no one was there.
”I said good Morning” I heard it again
Now I know what you are thinking, moron why don’t you answer. Well I understand the sun is a symbol for the male spirit. But I have never thought of speaking to the sun in and of itself. Guess I was about it.
I looked up and replied my Good Mornings.
Wow the glory of seeing the sun being born on this special day. It was so cool to see it across the water. It looked like it was there as it was still growing. The more I think about it, it was the reminder of the child of promise. While the sun was being born I could see its reflection on the water showing me what was left to come. But, glimpse of that promise coming to being.
The longer I looked the more we shared. Before long the light coming from the victorious Lord had won its battle over the darkness and was reborn.
The Sun told me that there was a time for darkness and reflection but time for light and warmth as well.
I was asked if I was afraid of the darkness. That barren time of the year when the cold winds blow and the frost tickles your nose (as well as other body parts if it is cold enough).
I told him No I was not really scared, Just a bit uncomfortable. The days are shorter and it is cold and hard to get around.
Then I was reminded that there is nothing in the darkness that is not there in the daylight.
The Sun went on to say they His brother (the Holly King) and himself worked in tandem to teach us valuable lessons. Such as the importance of being our true self.
You see in the day when people think they are being watched they dawn a mask or a picture they want us to see. But in the dark the mask comes off, and under pressure we become who we really are.
I am the warmth on your face and the grain in the fields. I am the joy that dances in your heart on a warm summers day. I am the smile on the face of a child that just learned to ride their bike, or the team that just won their first soccer match.
I lay back on the beach and thought about the things that were said. Deep down I understood and welcomed the words I had heard.
I said my farewells to the cold dark Holly King and lifted my eyes to the warmth of the Oak, then went back to the hose for breakfast.
Nothing like a side of bacon and eggs…oh yes, sunny side up
